Author's Notes: Sorry about the last chapter being so small. I know I said I would update this story the day after I published it, but I had a science project to do and I'm back in school now.This one much longer, though. I had the smallest of writers' blocks, and that seemed like an okay place to stop. So here you go, Chapter 2!

Disclaimer: Anyone who thinks I own these characters needs help. JKR does not need to write fanfiction. She can just write Harry Potter 8(which she should totally do).

"Is there something going on with Ron and Her-" Ginny started, but then she saw Harry. She was quiet for a few seconds, but then she burst into laughter. "Nice, Harry!" she managed to get out.

Harry, on the other hand, did not think it was so funny. He had turned a shade of red that would've made Ron proud while he bunched up his clothes and rushed to the bathroom. When he came back out, Ginny was still there. When she saw him she started to smile and got an airy look on her face, as if she were about to start laughing. She pushed that urge away, though, and beckoned Harry over. "Nice of you to put on some clothes," she said jokingly.

"You've stopped laughing, have you?" muttered Harry spitefully.

"Oh, come off it, Harry. It's not as if I won't be seeing you in less." Harry looked a bit taken aback at this. "Now really, how can you be all so gobsmacked at that? You know it's true. Anyway, just be happy it wasn't Mum or Hermione or someone like that. Now sit down, already." He sat down next to Ginny saw all the damage the battle had done to her for the first time. Not just marks on her body, but he could tell she was on the verge of becoming an emotional wreck. Harry couldn't blame her. She had lost one of her favorite brothers and she had liked Tonks very much. He could also see that she was holding tears back. "Are you okay Har-" Ginny tried to say, but she couldn't finish because Harry pulled her into a lying position and was hugging her tightly. "You shouldn't hold in tears, Gin. It's not good."

"What are you talking about?" she inquired. Her voice cracked ever so slightly when she said it. "You just lost 3 important people in your life," said Harry. "Let the tears out."

Ginny couldn't keep them in any longer. She broke down and Harry could feel he shirt moisten. She cried for about fifteen minutes. Neither of them said much except for the words of comfort Harry whispered into her ear. When she finally stopped crying Harry said, "I love you, Ginny."

"I love you, too, Harry," Ginny replied. The next thing Harry knew Ginny was on top of him, kissing him tenderly. But after a few seconds, the kiss grew more and more heated. Ginny's tongue was at Harry's lips, not even waiting for him to open up. She thrust it into his mouth and began massaging his tongue with hers. Their hands were starting to roam each others bodies.

Meanwhile…

"Why are you so mad? You knew I would have to go some time or another!" exclaimed Hermione. She was talking about going to Australia to get her parents. Ron was not taking this news as well as she had hoped. "We just got together and you're leaving already! How exactly do think I should be taking this!" Ron yelled.

"Oh, it's not like I'm not coming back! And it's only for 10 days. Come on, let's see Harry's reaction." They were right outside the dormitory they were all sleeping in. she opened the door and saw Ginny and Harry in a heated snogging session. She slammed the door, hoping to give them the message, and kissed Ron just like she did the night before. He was confused because they were just fighting, but he was happy nonetheless. When they broke apart Ron said, "What was that for?"

"What, I'm not allowed to kiss you?" asked Hermione as she opened the door. She was relieved to see that Harry and Ginny had gotten the message. Ron didn't seem to think that anything went down. He sat on the bed he had owned for the last 6 years next to Hermione. Harry could tell they had just been fighting because Ron had a certain look about him. "Harry, as you know, my parents are still in Australia. I was thinking of going to get them as soon as we head back to the Burrow. What do you think?" Hermione asked him. Harry knew his answer already. "No," he said bluntly. When he saw her taken aback expression, he continued. "I mean not as soon as we head back to the Burrow. You need rest, Hermione. You've had as much trouble as I had this past year. Wait a week and then go to find them. I'm sure they can stay another week or so in Australia. It's not that bad there."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, now that that's settled, what do you plan on doing from now on?" Hermione inquired. "No, no, no. We're not done here!" Ron said. "I just told you exactly what Harry just said! But you just said 'No Ron, I've got to get them as soon as we get to the Burrow!' Is there a reason you're listening to him and not me?!"

Harry and Ginny did not want to listen to them bicker at each other. "So it's I'm right about them being together?" Ginny sighed. "Yup. Hermione ran and snogged him right in the middle of the battle," Harry said with a smile. He then remembered what happened not long after that. He could feel his face fall. "What's wrong?" Ginny asked.

"Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing," Harry lied.

"Don't lie to me, Harry. What's bothering you?" She gave him a look that resembled Mrs. Weasley in an uncanny way, and Harry knew he had no choice but to answer. "I was just thinking about how Fred and Lupin and Tonks all died on my account. If I was just a bit quicker, I could've saved them."

"Harry, you know full well that that's not true! Everyone that fought knew the risks," said Ginny.

"But it is true, Ginny. If I didn't pull them into this, they would still be alive." Ginny was starting to get frustrated with Harry. "This. Is. Not. Your. Fault. Tonks and Lupin and Fred and everyone else that died would still be in the war if you had nothing to do with them. Understand?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," grumbled Harry. He still thought it was his fault, but what Ginny said made him feel a little bit better. Ginny knew he didn't really believe her, but this was the best she could get out of him, so she settled for it. "Come on, I'm hungry. Let's get down to the Great Hall."

"I wonder where Mum and Dad are. They said they ate earlier," Ginny said looking around. "Oh, well." The two walked down to the Great Hall, and during their journey they saw a lot of destruction that was done to the castle. Harry felt a pang of guilt. He put what Ginny said into his mind but it did not all. When they got down to the Great Hall, there wasn't any food. "Come on, Ginny, let's see if there's anyone in the kitchens," Harry said.

"You know where they are? I thought George and Fred and I were the only ones who knew where they were," Ginny said.

"No, they told Ron, Hermione and I in fourth year," Harry replied. When they got down to the fruit portrait, there was a giant hole in it. "Reparo. There," said Harry. He raised his arm and started to tickle the painting. It opened and as soon as they walked in Harry was surrounded by a bunch of small, odd looking bodies. He was so overwhelmed by this greeting that he didn't notice the giant plaque in front of him right away. When he saw it, he could feel his eyes starting to burn with tears. Dobby the house elf was staring at him with those big tennis ball eyes. It was a talking plaque, so Dobby was able to say, "Harry Potter has done it! Harry Potter has beaten He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! Congratulations, sir!"

"I couldn't have done it without you, Dobby. If you hadn't saved my life, Voldemort would still be alive," Harry said. Tears were falling down his face now. He felt that Dobby's death was also his fault. Ginny took his hand and squeezed it, and they ate a nice, filling breakfast, something that Harry hadn't had for about 10 months.

I was thinking of an episode of Eveybody Loves Raymond when I wrote that partb where Hermione listens to Harry when Ron said the exact same thing. Poor Amy(Burone)...